A farm. The beans were harvested but two holding silos tops where gone. Not sure how much of his crop he was able to save. The house was gone right down to the basement. There was a red curtain still in one of the basement window and was blowing in the wind. Glass was all blown out. All of the huge farm buildings where gone. Not sure how many he had. There was a row of farm equipment where the one building stood. All that was left standing were two very small red shed like buildings.
She had a rock garden but it looked very weather beaten. It must have been lovely as you could see the care of the stones she had placed. The trees where standing but the tops where snaped looking like a monster had ripped the tops in jagged hunger. Pansies where blooming but holding to their roots as they tilted to one side in the wind today. Her kitchen table and chairs stood on some cement - lonely. Next month is Thinkgiving here. I wonder what they will rejoice over.
Pieces scattered every where. Roofing in pieces. Glass in pieces. Metal twisted in pieces. Plastic in pieces. Wood in pieces. Paper in pieces. Insolation in pieces. Pieces from lives lived but still living. No loss of life.
I think I saw the older couple that lived there. Most likely old order Mennonite by the looks of their dress. They had raised there family and were living there alone. So I am guessing that they were 50 or over. Will they rebuild? Will they trust God? What new things will come to their story? What will they tell others?
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